Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
MC5,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.